~
This poetry is for you
while you are the evening star
certainly, in the fair's of million stars
and I'm back as the dark canvas
Again when you are a furious sun
can't remember me
-In too much love lights
within thousand of lines- Tireless-
On the other hand,
without any pages turn
beyond the dusk-
I-
A dark night-
Sleepless-
Insignificant- -
~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem